The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified earsas the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk- happy.
(Frank Lloyd Wright (1869-1959), U.S. architect. "Earth," pt. 1, The Living City (1958).)
If you're going to write something - be it a poem, a song or a story, you have to close your eyes then give your whole heart, soul and mind into it... Then as you open your eyes, it will become a masterpiece.
When we speak, in gestures or signs, we fashion a real object in the world; the gesture is seen, the words and the song are heard. The arts are simply a kind of writing, which, in one way or another, fixes words or gestures, and gives body to the invisible.
(Alain [Emile-Auguste Chartier] (1868-1951), French philosopher. The Gods, introduction (1934, trans. 1988). . . .
All official institutions of language are repeating machines: school, sports, advertising, popular songs, news, all continually repeat the same structure, the same meaning, often the same words: the stereotype is a political fact, the major figure of ideology.
(Roland Barthes (1915-1980), French semiologist. "Modern," The Pleasure of the Text (1975).)
I think you overestimate our dear Viennese, my friend. Do you know you didn't even give them a good bang at the end of songs, to let them know when to clap.
(Peter Shaffer (b. 1926), British playwright, screenwriter. Salieri (F. Murray Abraham), Amadeus, to Mozart (Tom Hulce), explaining why the public didn't embrace his opera, The Marriage of Figaro (1984).)